At the age of fourteen, Ishabelle Torry stole her first romance novel, Warrior's
Lady by Madeline Baker, from her mother's glass "no-no" cabinet. It was then
Ishabelle fell in love with the idea of new worlds, love conquers all, and the
ability to forget the real world as she took on the lives of characters that
were just as real as the people she interacted with every day. It wasn't long
before her fixation with romance novels landed her in the high school office to
collect the books confiscated during the previous week. Ishabelle swore one day
she'd write the kind of book that would keep readers so enthralled, they'd too
risk confiscation to keep turning the pages!

Melanie Fyre is a
passionate teacher determined to raise funds for the town's school. What
better way to do it than by expanding the local businesses? All she
needs is land. Untouched for years thanks to a local superstition, the
Crowe property is perfect. If Melanie can debunk the myth, she can get
the use of those 600 beautiful acres. She just has to prove to the town
that Leah's ghost is not haunting the mansion, even on Samhain night.

Burned
to death and proclaimed a witch, Leah Crowe's soul has been cursed to
an eternity of loneliness, all because she dared to love a woman. When
the saucy Melanie arrives at her home to throw a costume party that
mocks Leah's very existence, the bitter ghost resolves to renew the
town's fear of her name. Will Leah's ghost ruin all of Melanie's plans?

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Excerpt:

That voice… Melanie's head snapped left, then right. "Leah?" On either side
stood groups of people, but no one she didn't recognize immediately—even through
the plethora of costumes. She turned in a circle, searching for the face the
voice belonged to. "You know it's not nice to stalk people."

"I was thinking much the same in regards to someone inviting themselves into
my home."

Melanie jumped. It sounded as if Leah were speaking directly into her ear.
"Your home? As in Leah Crowe's home?" She laughed so hard she snorted. "So
that's what you were doing in the room upstairs…haunting me?"

Once again, Leah's voice sounded near. "No. I had only intended to ask that
you leave and take your party elsewhere. I will haunt you if you fail to
comply."

Circled by a group of men paying homage to her costume, Ally randomly waved
from across the room, raising a glass of beer. Melanie smirked. So busted! This
scenario had her best friend's name written all over it. She nodded, licking her
lips. "Bring it on, ghost chick. This party needs some entertainment anyway."